this is how it feels for her
Past the lipstick and secret lies the whore,
No matter who she is or what she does.
She\'s sold at first breath.
Her candy coated face,
Wrapped in fate
And behind her eyes lives the control of man
Just maybe this all fits together
For a girl,
Past the porcelain and perfume lies the sin,
No matter who she is or what she does
She\'s sold at first breath.
But these girls, show girls
Movie stars, vixens,
Nuns and sex kittens;
faster she twirls
Forever glued behind the television screen
Be the flower, proclaim your power
What a life it is to be living a 2-dimensional scene
It’s said that it sells, they like what they will never do
Packaged and taped, hand and foot
Nailed to a man; she’s now in good hands.

And this is how it feels
Beyond plump cheeks and pink dresses lies the whore,
No matter who she is or what she does.
She\'s sold at first breath.
An androgynous name in these crowds,
Blending to mud in these watercolour clouds.